Th' imperfect picture o'er again, With power to add, retouch, efface The lights and shades, the joy and pain, How little of the past would stay ! How quickly all should melt away — All — but that freedom of the mind Which hath been more than wealth... The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Including His Melodies, Ballads, Etc ... - Page 382 by Thomas Moore - 1829 - 408 pages Full view -
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